Aug
31
Romania
August 31, 2006 |
My visit to Romania started quite disappointing. I got to the airport with Bruno and I had to pass the passport control early to buy some FCB t-shirts. Then I got to the boarding gate, half and hour early, a little bit sad because I knew that I would miss so much being home. I tried to look for a place to smoke but it was impossible to find one. I hate el Prat! Finally they announced the gate and I went to sit in front because I really wanted to get into the plane as soon as I could and sit down, turn on the music and sleep all the way to Romania. Impossible. When I went to sit there 20 Romanians came and sit in front of me just like that, maybe I was invisible or something. After 5 minutes of hearing them talking and trying to get closer to the gate, ignoring the queue and all the people there, I was already tired of Romania, I didn’t miss it at all, when suddenly I smelled smoke. It seems some Russian guys started to smoke because their flight was delayed and everybody smoked taking advantage of that. I preferred to go to smoke and then have to wait at the end of the queue than to be there between all those people that had no respect to them or the others.
So I went to smoke. A girl came and asked if we were allowed to smoke there. We told her that we were not, but well, as we were lots of persons that were smoking they would not punish us or something. And she started to say “True, because the Russians would eat them, because they were mean, we had to leave at 5 o’clock in a big plane, but they didn’t get the big plane but two little planes and now we are separated and have to wait… etc.. and the Russians are so angry so I hope the Spanish will not mess with them because they are capable of killing everybody… etc “. The answer was quite obvious but I still felt the need to ask “Where are you from?” “From Russia”… “Oh, I see, I will try not to mess with you”. Right, come on, we were all pissed off. I guess that time I discovered that I dislike nationalist people.
Anyway, I finished my cigarette and I got back to the queue and we finally got into the second bus that would take us to the plane. We waited, and waited… and waited… In the end they made us get out of the bus and enter the airport again to wait. Luckily for me the Russians were still angry so I could smoke again. And yes, I tried not to mess with them.
After one hour we got into the plane, but we had to wait one more hour there. It seems that one minor did not have his father’s approval to leave the country and we had to wait until his father came to the airport to sign some papers. Then we all got pissed off because we had to wait for him so the people from Blue Air found it wise to tell us that this was not the only thing that delayed the flight, there were also some problems with the plane. Bad idea as panic broke out and people were quite scared. They tried to solve it saying that the problem was with some papers, not with the plane itself but nobody believed it, there was still fear in everyone’s eyes. I decided that that was the perfect moment to watch United 93, so all the way to Romania, in the plane I watched to movie together with the girl next to me (it was her first flight :P). It was kind of strange because it was already dark and it was a stormy night and there was some lightning, but we enjoyed it in the end.
At midnight I arrived to Romania (of course, Blue Air brought our luggage all wet because it was raining and they did not cover them with anything) where Alina, Sabina, Laura and Cristina were waiting for me. In the beginning I found it strange and difficult to speak Romanian (actually, it took me two days to start speaking Romanian with no Spanish word included). I met Alina’s new little precious: her car. :D. I liked it a lot, and I thought I would be afraid to be in the car while she is driving but I was wrong, actually it’s nice to be in the car with a beginner friend because you pay attention to everything and that is “team driving”: “left, right, car behind, free, go go go, no no, stoooooop”. It was a nice experience. :D.
In my three days in Bucharest I enjoyed seeing my friends and sleeping with Ali :P. We were out every day, having fun and inventing new “human” races. I couldn’t see all the persons I wanted to see, but luckily I have seen people I didn’t expect to see. I hope on the 13th, when I get back to Bucharest I will see them.
I went to the Embassy on Monday but there were more than 100 persons there waiting. I cannot understand, why so many persons go to Spain? And still, there are much more who went illegally. I don’t understand it, but well. Finally, I could get in and it seems I have lots of chances to get my visa before the 15th of Sept.
Now I’m at my parents’, relaxing but still working from home, and missing you. :(
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Team driving???Cmon it was not that bad. Actually generally it is not, when I try to sleep before driving :))
See you soon when you come back to Bucharest, maybe we have some more fun then!
I didn’t say you’re not a good driver, it’s just that I find it nice to have a friend driving because I pay attention to the traffic and all the persons in the car give indications and it’s quite crazy.
Last night I went out with a friend here in Vaslui and we tried to enter a gas station for 10 minutes or so, because we failed the entry once and almost missed it the second time also. I don’t imagine us in Bucharest, if we don’t know Vaslui… a 80.000 inhabitants city in which we have lived for more than 18 years.